Chris Brown — Till I Die

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[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Yo, this Virginia,
Straight from the country, right there wit’ my kinfolk.
Golds in my mouth and they put 26’s on Benzo’s,
Dirt roads, back wood, they got weed but I’ve been dope.
Ratchet, nigga, we act hood but I’m gettin’ money with these white folk.
Sippin’ and I’m faded, super medicated,
Said, she wanna check the pole, I said, “Okay, Sarah Palin!”
So I lay down and lay in,
A nigga gon’ be faded, all the way to the am.

[Chorus: Big Sean]
More drink, pour it up,
More weed, roll it up,
Whoa, there ho, you know wassup.
Quit hoggin’ the blunt, bitch, slow down.
Pimps up, hoes down!
Ass up, nose down!
Damn, bitch, I do it,
And this the life we chose.
Workin’ all night, swear, I’m never goin’ broke,
And Imma do this till I die,
And I ain’t talkin’ shit just ‘cause I’m, just ‘cause I’m…
(I’m high.)

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Oh God, oh God!
Okay, wow, bow, look at me now, chief like an Indian, talkin’ in clouds,
I’m high as a bitch, I’m talkin’ to clouds,
Off tree every night like I roam with the owls,
I super soak that ho, show ‘em no love just throw ‘em a towel.
Still rockin’ Louis Vuitton condoms ‘cause I’m so fuckin’ in style, wow!
New crib, crash that; drove here, cab back,
Now knock that pussy out, yeah, that’s just a little cat nap.
Hold up, hold up, woah, don’t be smokin’ my shit,
I be smokin’ that fire, and she be smokin’ my dick.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Smokin’, chokin’, always rollin’ somethin’,
I don’t need a key to start my car, bitch, I just push a button.
Did a show and got a half a mill and spent it like it’s nothin’.
Money flowin’, never sober,
Smoking ‘til I got concussion, no discussion.
Man, I got a condo and got a big crib,
Pounds all over my kitchen is
If I ain’t on the road gettin’ it,
Then I’m in the hood where my niggas live.
Did a tour, sold it out, just bought a pound ‘bout to finish it.
Now all my pasta got shrimp in it,
You talk about and I’m livin’ it, fuckin’ little bitch!

[Chorus]

[Outro: Chris Brown]
Real nigga never frontin’
‘Cause when you got it all
Everybody want somethin’.
Middle finger in the air, no fist pump.
And me, Sean and Wiz got this bitch jumpin’!
Ah! Finally got this bitch jumpin’!
Got this bitch jumpin’!
Fly… that’s me.